“You getting coffee?” Leon asked, as William poured himself a cup, the dark liquid swirling in the mug.

“Why are you here?” William’s voice was a low growl. He didn’t need coffee to stay awake; he rarely slept since he’d met her. The dreams of demons haunted him, and he hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in ages.

“Does she know you sneak into her room at night? Cuddle her to keep the nightmares away?”

William’s roar echoed through the room, vibrating with barely contained fury.

“So, she doesn’t know, and you didn’t tell her.” Leon paused his game, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m surprised.”

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